Reaching out beyond the dream of what you thought was real, spinning on this ball of life, head now under heel. Ready to die, to live this life so raw, alive on ledge- dancing, hurling, freeing your soul to finally stretch the edge.

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

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When, ever
is there a place where darkness
fails to meet the light
or is it light which swaddles
the darkness?
Not an unyielding edge
but a blending of two marvels
in the twilight of
cool breezes as the day seems to fade
or the stillness of dawn
tip-toeing quietly
to wake you with only
her brilliance, never her siren's song

and So it is with love

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